Monday, 22 September 2014
I had a lazy morning, waking up late, taking a long shower, having a slow breakfast, and walking slowly to the bus station to catch the 2.35 pm bus to Santiago. At the bus station, while waiting for the bus my tears just flowed when I thought that I would never see my camera and all the beautiful pictures I took, ever again. I know there is no point crying but sometimes that is all one can do.
Then my long journey started. At about 9.30 pm, the bus stopped at the side of the road for no apparent reason. Neither the bus driver or the conductor could speak English so I had to rely on the information given to me by some of the other passengers, and I gather that there was something wrong with the steering wheel of the bus that we were in, and we had to wait for another bus to arrive and we would continue on that bus. We waited altogether for about 3 hours, at approximately 12.30 am another bus arrived, and all our luggage were transported onto that bus. I double checked all my belongings, I'll be damned if I leave anything behind this time around.
And then my journey to Santiago continued. So did my bad impression of Chile.
I had a lazy morning, waking up late, taking a long shower, having a slow breakfast, and walking slowly to the bus station to catch the 2.35 pm bus to Santiago. At the bus station, while waiting for the bus my tears just flowed when I thought that I would never see my camera and all the beautiful pictures I took, ever again. I know there is no point crying but sometimes that is all one can do.
Then my long journey started. At about 9.30 pm, the bus stopped at the side of the road for no apparent reason. Neither the bus driver or the conductor could speak English so I had to rely on the information given to me by some of the other passengers, and I gather that there was something wrong with the steering wheel of the bus that we were in, and we had to wait for another bus to arrive and we would continue on that bus. We waited altogether for about 3 hours, at approximately 12.30 am another bus arrived, and all our luggage were transported onto that bus. I double checked all my belongings, I'll be damned if I leave anything behind this time around.
And then my journey to Santiago continued. So did my bad impression of Chile.
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